DICK—(with a sigh.)
No, ma'am; and that's the only thing as frets us.
LADY AMARANTHE.
Good heavens! you do not mean to say you wish for them, and have scarce enough for yourselves? how would you feed them?
DICK.
Oh, I should leave Meg to feed them; I should have nothing to do but to work for them. Providence would take care of us while they were little; and, when they were big, they would help us.
LADY AMARANTHE—(aside.)
I could not have conceived this. (She whispers Justine, who goes out.) (To Dick.) Can I do any thing to serve you?
DICK.